The Sea Incarnadined

I see a pilgrimage route through the red-dust realm a sunset over the sphere of desire turning murky; a lake of fire choking in metabolic by-products; the vituperative sludge of late petroleum; Stravinsky's Firebird beslimed in a tar pit; shades in the settling lagoon at a nuclear waste site; the pride of iron undone by weak acid and salt; the end stage of a marsh that was a natural kidney; O passion that could not cleanse itself; O world full of slaughtered enchantments, even now groping towards infernal re-enchantment!